End: Lois Just Wants To Be Herself

The reporter let her tongue slip south of the pierced pussy. Her tongue ran over the little sensitive strip of skin between the bottom of the vagina and the divot of the blonde woman's asshole, and the reporter was surprised that despite its name, the taint didn't taste bad at all... Then her upper lip pressed against the bottom of that pussy, and the bottom lip pressed against the asshole, and her tongue ran up and down in between...

"Oh you dirty bitch!" The woman shivered. "Do it! Fucking do it! Eat my ass!"

Is this really what I want to be like? Lois wondered as she slurped her way southward. Now she did taste something, a familiar kind of bitterness, salty sweat. Her tongue played against the little soft folds of the pucker, slathering the whole chasm with spit, so that her drool ran down the crack of the blonde's ass.

I mean, I have to admit, I like the idea of being a big-boobed, big-assed, pierced slut. If I didn't, the spell wouldn't have responded to that.

Her lips pressed against the pucker...and her tongue pushed forward, right against the middle, the tip of it wiggling a little as she pressed harder and harder, feeling the thick tongue began to press its way inside, the bitter taste growing with every millimeter of penetration. Above her head, Lois could hear the schlick-schlick-schlick of her lover's hand rubbing her cunt, the metal rivets clanking against each other in a little metallic rhythm.

But I didn't need a spell if I really wanted bigger breasts or piercings. They can do that kind of thing over the weekend nowadays. I guess the real question is: Who am I? Who is Lois Lane? Am I the big-titted, pierced slut eating out a complete stranger's asshole in an elevator of a club?

"Oh god...oh shit that's deep...right there, right there!" The blonde moaned, her piercings jangling.

Lois had buried her entire tongue inside that ass and was running it round and round. The tight muscle of the sphincter was clamping hard around her tongue, but it couldn't stop her moving, stretching it out. The whole taste of the blonde woman's ass filled the reporter's mouth, and surprisingly it wasn't as terrible as Lois had always feared. Not something she'd want on an ice cream sundae, but no worse than, say, shoveling manure on the farm that one summer. One of those things she could get used to.

The reporter pictured herself...not as she was, but as she should be. Not a sex doll, not some pornographic pin-up. Oh, she could have a bit bigger bust, and have to hide it with clothes; and she could have a piercing or two that didn't show in her work attire...but she could do that herself. That was part of who she was. Lois Lane, the Daily Planet's greatest reporter, didn't rely on magic to get what she wanted, to be who she was.

"Aaaaarrgh!"

Warm rain spurted on Lois Lane's hair as the blonde squirted all over her. The thighs were quaking the asshole tightened so hard that for a moment it was trapped...and then her lover relaxed, and Lois drew her tongue forth.

The elevator hit bottom. The blonde was laying back against the floor, utterly spent. Lois crawled forward and pressed her lips against the other woman's...but then the blonde began to snore. Lois smiled. She'd known men like that.

The doors opened, and Lois Lane walked out...the old Lois Lane, her excess attributes melting away as the spell broke like a soap bubble. No more big tits, no more piercings. The reporter stepped back through the Black Door, determined to grab that book.

Maybe I will get a piercing or two, Lois thought. But it's good to be me.

It was a lesson that four women before Lois Lane had not learned, though she didn't know it. As Blaze watched the reporter retrieve the book, she felt a begrudging respect for the reporter. She had played the game much better than the demon had thought she might, overcome every obstacle internal and external, and remained herself.

"Enjoy your victory, Lois Lane," she said to the screen. "Because there are other spells in that book...and temptations that are not so easy to overcome..."